Ashes Page #4

You all right?

Sleep all right?

I'm a mechanic. I can fix it.

It's not the engine, Dad,

it's petrol.

I walked far enough to get it.

- I don't mind. It's no problem.

- You haven't seen...

- my phone, have you?

- No.

I can fix this.

Go on. Hop in.

No, no, no. You've had

enough driving, don't you think?

- Red on red, black on black.

- What's that?

- Red on red, black on black.

- Red on red, black on black.

Well done, Dad.

Just these and the petrol.

Pump 2, please.

What the f*** you playing at?

We had a deal.

Where the f*** is Frank?

Last night was a warning.

Now, you give me Frank

or I'll come for your family.

You understand?

You f***ing listening?!

- Yeah.

- Is that you?

Here we are, Dad.

Not exactly spoiled for choice...

You daft sod.

Hello, mate.

Okay?

What's the matter?

Are you lost?

Where are you going?

- I'm going home.

- Home, oh, yeah?

Well, that's where I'm going.

Why don't you jump in?

- Come on, I'll give you a lift.

- I mustn't talk to strangers.

Come on, I'm not exactly

a stranger now, am I?

Come on, Dad, it's me.

It's James.

No, you're not my James.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Dad!

Dad!

Come on, Dad.

- Dad!

- No! No!

I'm not in the mood, all right?

Look, I try to be nice here.

Just take the piss.

- You're hurting me!

- Am I? Good!

- Come on!

- You're not my Jamie!

- Bla, bla, bla...

- You're not my Jamie!

- No, no, no!

- Come on.

Now, get in the car.

Dad, get in the car!

- No, no!

- Door's open!

- One, two, three. Get in there.

- No!

- The door's open.

- No, no!

- It's nice and warm!

- No!

- Oh, f***.

- No!

No.

It's all right.

- It's all right.

- Everything all right?

Yeah, it's just my dad.

- He's ill. I'll take him home.

- All coppers are bastards.

- Shut up, Dad.

- Excuse me?

- He didn't mean it.

- What did he say?

- He said nothing.

- F*** wankers!

- Stop it, all right?

- F*** off!

- F*** off! I don't know you!

- Stop it!

- Little sh*t!

- He don't know what he says.

- Calm down.

- He's got dementia, you know?

I just wanna get him home safe,

you know?

I think he's getting upset.

Is this your vehicle?

Yeah, it is, yeah.

He's my wife.

He's my wife.

- You all right, Dad?

- He's my wife.

You all right?

You all right?

- It's all right.

- We won't keep you no more.

Thank you. Cheers.

- Get him home, all right?

- I'll get him in the car now.

- Sorry to bother you.

- Thanks for your concern.

- Drama over. Get in the car.

- Where are you going?!

- Where...?

- Get in the f***ing car.

You understand me?

You understand me?

Get in the f***ing car.

Come on.

Head down.

It's okay, head down.

Go on, head down.

Head down, here we go.

Strap you in, Dad.

There we go.

- You're strapped in, all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, well done.

Now eat your f***ing Twix.

And keep your mouth shut.

All right, thank you.

Listen, you stay put.

You understand?

All right?

Don't threaten me.

- Oh, really?

- I'm not scared of you.

- Kill me.

- Damn f***ing wires.

- You'll be doing me a flavor.

- F***ing!

How'd you do this, hey?

What is it, black to red?

Black to f***ing black!

What the...

Killme.

You'll be doing me a flavor.

You remember that.

Here you are.

Welcome home, Frank.

Dad, have you got my phone?

F***ing give me that!

F***!

Hello, Ruth.

Hello, sweetheart. It's me.

Well, I couldn't.

I lost my phone.

What?

All right...

Listen, calm down.

All right? Calm down.

Tell me what happened.

All right, well, I couldn't,

I lost my phone.

Yeah.

Listen, you stay

where you are, all right?

Just stay where you are

and I'll come find you.

I'm coming now.

I'm coming, all right?

F***!

F***ing! F***!

- Are we nearly home, Dad?

- Yeah, nearly there. Nearly.

Yeah, we'll be all right.

- No, no. You stay where you are.

- I wanna go home.

Stay right there.

You're going nowhere.

You're going nowhere.

Stay exactly where you are,

all right?

Dad, do you love me?

Do you love me?

Cause I love you.

Yeah, when you love someone,

you help them out,

don't you?

So, you gonna help me out?

You gonna open your mouth?

Open your mouth

and put these in. Help me out.

F***!

What the f*** is that, hey?

F*** it, right.

I'm trying really f***ing hard.

Now, open your mouth.

Open...!

All right. Swallow.

Go on. Swallow it!

Swallow it!

That's it.

That's it. Open your mouth.

Let me see.

All right, well done.

Well done.

- All right?

- I want to go home.

- We're gonna go home.

- I wanna go home.

Just sit and relax.

Relax.

What the f*** is going on?

- Could I speak to Ruth?

- No, I'm looking after her.

- Where the hell have you been?

- Don't start, all right?

- I just want to... Ruth! Ruth.

- What have you done?

It's okay, Soph.

I'll sort it.

It's fine. It's fine.

Hello, mate! Come here, you!

How you doing?

- How are you? You missed me?

- Yeah.

I've missed you.

Now you good boy, eh?

I'll sort it.

What the f*** is going on?

Look at the state of this place.

Do you have any idea?

- What we've been through?

- I know, all right? I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Hello, boy.

Your Daddy's home.

What have you got us into?

- We could've been killed!

- Ruth, don't say that.

All you had to do was

find someone and you're clear.

- That's what you said.

- That's what it was.

So?

Sorry, it just got a bit

out of hand, all right?

But I'm fixing it.

After today, it's done.

- Don't lie to me.

- I swear to God.

Do you miss me?

Jamie.

Where's Mummy?

Over there.

Come on, I'm sorry, all right?

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

It'll be okay, I promise you.

Yeah? I promise you.

Maybe tonight you should

stay at your sister's to be safe.

Cause I want you to be safe.

All right? I'm fixing this.

All right? I am fixing this.

I have heard this.

- So many times.

- What?

The gambling. The debt.

When is it going to stop?

Don't, all right? It's stopped.

This is the new start.

We've talked about this.

I've done this for you,

I did it for Luke.

I just want you to be happy.

I just want us to be happy, yeah?

- Yeah.

- You deserve it.

You're beautiful.

Hey!

Who are you?

Oh, hey! Don't touch him!

Give him to me! Give him to me!

- Stay away or else I'll...

- Give him to me!

- Stay away!

- Don't f***ing touch me!

Don't you touch him!

Dad, wait! Leave him!

- He's my boy! He's my boy!

- I'm gonna call the police!

- Don't call the police, Sophie!

- Stuart, who is he?

- Stuart, who is he?

- I'll tell you.

Stu...

- Who's Stuart?

- What's going on?

- All right, it's me, James.

- I want my boy.

I'm your boy. It's James.

Look at me. Look at me.

- It's me, James.

- Jamie.

It's me.

- Right. Dad.

- Yeah.

Yeah. Dad. You're my Dad.

- Your Dad.

- Yeah, you're my Dad.

I wanna go home.

It's okay. I'll take you home.

Stuart?

We're f***ed. I know.

He wasn't supposed to be

in hospital,

- so I had to get him out.

- Of course they did!

It's called kidnapping, Stu.

Why would they take the risk?

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